Dripping dream.

There will never be another father who will take a part of me
A curious incident of legend, drunk, and we shall see.
So many faces encroach upon my dreams like the steam of a kettle
An embellished stain on a swaying boat refusing to ever settle.
My brain remains enamoured yet craves an empty heart
A reliable distant entity where the empathy falls apart.
You may relax in this hot house I've built to fold your minds laundry
Yet my fingers can not sew the creases of life that stretch out so very ordinary.
Daddy did you dalliance in a New Years dance alone
Did you double fiddle in the ideal parlour of an Irish blarny stone
A kiss against the granite,  an embrace amongst our throne
Have you really ever thought against your cerebral caustic will alone.
Amongst the thousand drowning sailors dripping droplets on the windowsill
 I'll hope amongst the masses that we meet  in red or white the pill.
There's a future amongst us that only you will ever know
An outcome an event a perceivement a throw
My father, my dream, my rhetoric, my scream
A part of my enlightenment, an integrel dripping dream.

Mr big.

Mr Big
The godfather
The outrageous incumbent
Of a medal winning
war out sourcing
Guitar strumming out doing
Fret playing plectrum flying
Son of a bitch.
Vietnam replayed displayed
Bullets whizzing by
You made my time of year
Constant and then dissapear.
There's s harmony in a tribes sound
A distant eruption on a volcanos myth
Did you really question my anxiety
This death this abortion this pith
Of appeal,  this skin,  I reject
I  am abhorrent inside the retorted
Distorted, and insipid abject
Of my mind. Did you find
A dragons tail a fairy to hail
A prayer you wished upon
A victim in the making
A thousand hurtful comments
Your God discussing the faking
I outlived your Lord
Your entire out cryer
Your dinasour rhetoric
I between out fryer
The monks of sherwood aimed
Displayed on your God given Turf
A man in amour
A man a surf
A million different reasons
Yon a distant sun of seasons.
And do I reject I do conclude
I look into that cave you call hell
That make do heart you cry is a fall
A ball breaking , breath taking
Valhalla forsaking
Elaborating creep of a crying
Do you even know when the rhetoric I'd dying
I am not a shoot out
Triple fingered against a God I left them right
You left then made a dizzy finger
Thiss. Poet oh. So. Right.

Thoughts

As I relaxed into the porch rocking chairs sunset
I assumed the Rays position
Naked thoughts dancing amongst my souls regret
An arguments whirlwind disposing proportions
Felt the burn chaffed red against the side of my face
A billion stars released in the galaxy of my head
Contemplating the end and the release
Written words logged written words said.
A league of gentlemen in an era forgotten
The ladies dissolved in a pit of sin
The core of Adam and Eve's rotten
A lonely marrow  in a leg born from a shin.
Where do I go in your thoughts dearest heart
Into dark burning moments of shattered in a million pieces
A helping hand engraved amongst a rock
A multiple human thoughts
A dessert sweet like the enigmatic troubles of the species.
Do I have a problem or a nicotine stained finger
Are you the answer or the puzzle collaborator
The autistic delivered the thought screw
The drag of mind clouds the interptrets the bringer.
This poem hardly has a meaning
It simply exists because I do as I do
Yet in troubled thoughts it may yet break through
A lazy attempt at scripting an answer
A flaccid reaction as a masked covered armed robber
To open a safe, a coded embrace
This inebriated grey this Dickensian fancier.
And so we draw to a simple conclusion
Words are recyclable a magical illusion.
No one cares,  no one gives a flying endeavour
The thoughts in your skull
Forever and ever.

The orange tree

        The orange tree




I see the colours of your mind
Inebriated thoughts processing
Obsessing
I know the truth within you.
Yet you go on to deny
This brave moment dying within
The accountability of sin and solace
Remains of bones
The inner ear the paint thinning varnish
Vanquished
A caustic metal that grates my
Inner thoughts.
Through empathy I can alter
The faulted
The metallic taste in your cheek
Into a soft
Round, citrus ball
Broken
Fall
Onto a summer meadow ground
That surrounds
This hazy crazy orchard of your mind.
This orange tree
This free belief
This extraordinary gift I seek.